The heat has broken. Some angry bruises moved through on the radar in the middle of the night, and dropped temperatures like a rock, although not as much as expected. And it didn’t rain more than a few angry spitballs here and there. After one of the wettest springs in anyone’s memory, we’ve now gone a week without rain, and already my neighbors’ sprinklers are coming on in the wee sunrise hours. Is it enough to awaken the household’s most fitful sleeper? Why yes, it is, although I can usually fall back into a doze afterward in the click-click-click white noise. It could be far worse, I know; neighborhoods with wild pheasants get to listen to them crow at the same hour.
A few years ago, I interviewed the head of the groundskeeping crew at Comerica Park about lawn care, for some short thing in a local magazine. Ask the experts, etc. What’s the biggest mistake people make with their own lawns, I asked.
Overwatering. Ha ha.
So how’s everyone today? I’m counting the last few before the end of school, and it can’t really come soon enough. Today and tomorrow are the de facto final days, as next week is a blur of promotion/honors ceremonies, celebratory end-of-year lunches out and, once again, a trip to Cedar Point. At least I don’t have to drag her there this summer; she’s had enough roller-coastering to hold her for the year, and my policy on the Point is every other year. No, this summer I have to drag my daughter and three of her friends to Cleveland, for the Warped Tour show we’re missing because the Detroit stop falls during her summer camp. (Oh, to be 14 again.) The bargain I struck: I will take you to Cleveland, but you must go to the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame with me on the same trip. Agreed. And, you must watch the 20-minute movie that ties rock ‘n’ roll to Delta blues and African tribal rhythms, because lo, it is educational. Agreed. Kate has much sneering contempt for what she calls “butt rock,” which seems to boil down to “anything my parents like, or the parents of any of my friends,” although she’ll allow that the Ramones might still approach coolness. And though she’d never, ever admit it, she might occasionally have a thought that her parents’ taste in butt rock might exceed that of her friends’ parents, one of whom asked her, while playing Guitar Hero, if her mother (that would be me, in this convoluted sentence of unclear antecedents) was “a member of the Kiss Army” back in the day.
“Jesus Christ, no. Are you kidding me?” I replied in horror upon hearing this. I try to keep the pottymouth to a minimum around her, but if anything called for taking the Lord’s name in vain, it’s the idea that I ever, ever listened to Kiss with anything approaching pleasure and affirmation. My sole grudging acknowledgement of their presence on earth is a copy of “Detroit Rock City” in my iTunes, and even that is the Mighty Mighty Bosstones’ version, a gift from Ashley Morris when we moved here. Ashley liked Kiss, but his overall coolness trumps the Lame factor, and besides, he was younger than me. We all have our guilty pleasures from high school, but the first Kiss album was released when I was already in college, and was listening to Roxy Music. I stuck the first Roxy Music CD in the car player last winter, and asked Kate what she thought of “Re-Make/Re-Model.” She listened for about four seconds and delivered her default shrug. Which means: Butt rock.
OK, then. The morning is fleeting, so let’s skip to the bloggage:
I followed the link LAMary posted yesterday to Jezebel post on rabbit showjumping. I’d seen the video before, but I hadn’t seen the amazing still photos of the same activity in the Daily Mail. In my riding days, I probably looked at a million photos of horses clearing fences, but these are fascinating in a whole new way. It’s striking how similar the jumping form of the two animals is. Now all they need is some mouse “riders,” and we’re on our way to Cute Overload. A final note: The headline and story both refer to rabbit jumping as “dressage.” You’d think a daily newspaper in a country where equestrian sports were invented would know what dressage is, but obviously not. It ain’t jumping.
I generally stay away from any site with “watch” in the title, but these clips of David Barton, yet another right-wing scholar, beggar belief.
I’ve been neglecting Tom & Lorenzo lately, mainly because their redesign bugs me, but I need to get back in the habit:
What’s the point in showing up to a children’s benefit if you’re going to scowl like a mafioso in all the pictures? Once again, he looks like a kid wearing his big brother’s suit. It’s not a bad suit and normally the fact that it’s too big on him wouldn’t cause us to take so many points off, but his perma-scowl is pissing us off and making him unpleasant to look at, so… Score: 4/10. Lighten the fuck up, dude.
Who else could this be about? Marc Anthony, Mr. J-Lo.
OK, must dash.
Deborah said on June 9, 2011 at 10:24 am
Nancy, is she in her bershon pose when she says “butt rock”?
coozledad said on June 9, 2011 at 10:25 am
For a while I thought eohippus was related to rabbits, but it was a close relative of the Tapir- a kind of subtropical hog.
I never cared for Kiss. I always thought they were marketed at preadolescents who in another time, would have been more attuned to the Beatles cartoon than the Beatles themselves. In musical terms they were a fucking lump of basalt with an occasional teen-girl ballad.
A geek in my high school copy band wanted us to play “Beth”, but on the first run through, the keyboard player sang “Me and the boys are playing, but we just can’t find our balls” and that pretty much killed it.
I still haven’t gotten over Pink Floyd
LAMary said on June 9, 2011 at 10:48 am
Older son likes quite a bit of my old music. He found the Allman Brothers song Pony Boy all by himself and declared it genius. He likes The Band and Bob Dylan and tolerates my guilty pleasure, ELO, especially Don’t Bring Me Down.
Younger son thinks all of the above is shit, and I would defend to the death his right to think that way.
nancy said on June 9, 2011 at 10:48 am
Horsemen call the classic jumping form “bascule” — rounded back, head down, with knees and hocks drawn up tight. It’s the safest for both horse and rider, because it’s less likely to hit whatever it’s jumping and fall. Deer jump the opposite way, with hollow backs and heads high, like Stubbs’ paintings of English foxhunters. Both horses and deer are prey animals, and sometimes horses will jump flat-backed, but the latter looks more like an animal running in fear of its life, like it doesn’t want to take an eye off whatever’s chasing it, even for a second.
I think that’s why the rabbits look so remarkable. Bunnies are even more of a prey animal than deer and horses, but they look relaxed, forward-looking — even their ears are in happy position. What will these crazy people think of next?
prospero said on June 9, 2011 at 10:52 am
So, who’s actual rock ‘n’ roll these days that isn’t butt rock? Any contemporary rock band that’s not completely lame is doing some version of what Kate disparages.
Doesn’t Fox owe Tina Fey cash for use of her image. I think Aftra ought to go after their asses. Was this incompetence or were they trying to gild the ragweed?
Connie said on June 9, 2011 at 10:52 am
I was never a Kiss fan, but I did enjoy halloween in the MSU dorms the year all the guys dressed up in Kiss make up. Hundreds, thousands, or so it seemed. That dates me right there.
Dorothy said on June 9, 2011 at 10:54 am
I looked at Tom & Lorenzo about an hour ago and laughed at their coverage of the CMT Awards red carpet, especially the remark directed at Kristen Chenoweth.
Jenine said on June 9, 2011 at 10:57 am
Even more predator/prey confusion – do they call the jumping rabbits “hunters”?
I don’t like TomLo’s redesign either, stupid mouseover popup thingies. But I still read them every week.
Joe Kobiela said on June 9, 2011 at 11:02 am
Have Kate check out the detroit cobras, They rotate thru on my pandora shuffle, I think you might like them too. LaMary,Pony boy carry me home.
Mark P. said on June 9, 2011 at 11:22 am
Down here in NW Georgia we have had 90+ degree days since May 29, with a few even before that, and virtually no rain. The forecast is for highs to drop all the way down to 89 by Saturday. It’s impossible to work outside in the day without wearing a bandana to keep sweat out of your eyes. I have to change shirts every time I come in. There is really nothing good that can be said about summer in this area.
We are on a well, and are saving dish water to try to keep some new plantings alive. Drought is creeping northward across the state towards us, and the previous moron governor of Georgia blissfully declared the long-term drought of the last few years over and let people start watering their grass with Florida and Alabama’s river water. There is a federal court order saying Atlanta cannot continue to withdraw water from its primary source after July 2012 unless the state reaches an agreement with Florida and Alabama over use of the rivers that flow from Georgia into those states. But don’t worry, be happy! Tax cuts!
Jeff Borden said on June 9, 2011 at 11:28 am
I’ll recommend another Motown rock band, The Howling Diablos. They’re a blast. KISS, meh. Christ, they advertise for Dr. Pepper! If nothing else, they serve as a reminder to the continual loop of right-wing bullshit about pop culture. Remember when those delicate flowers were insisting KISS stood for Kids In Service to Satan? It never goes away. It never will.
And right wing scholar is an oxymoron. If the facts don’t fit their simple, atavistic view of the world, they change `em. Witness the intense effort to rewrite history when the Snowbilly Queen mangled the story of Paul Revere’s ride. Idiots, all.
coozledad said on June 9, 2011 at 11:31 am
Sing it with me!
Judybusy said on June 9, 2011 at 11:45 am
I’m hoping this cute dog and cat video hasn’t already been shared here. My favorite line from the bunny article: “leashes must be used to prevent uncontrolled breeding.” Hmmm, I’d love to apply that to certain politicians!
LAMary said on June 9, 2011 at 12:01 pm
So, are you going start working with Ruby to get into competitive jumping? I think it’s got to happen.
MarkH said on June 9, 2011 at 12:14 pm
Not to make those of you in and out of sweltering temperatures feel bad, but out here in the Yellowstone region we’ve had a tough time hitting the high temps so far. The east and northeast entrances ot Yellowstone Park opened only last week. On Sunday it finally hit 81 deg., then in keeping with the recent roller-coaster weather here in Jackson Hole, it’s 40 deg. right now with a mixture of rain and snow. Up on Teton Pass (elev. 9,000 ft.), this is the scene:
It’s the same in the rest of the state with water content in most areas hitting 300% of normal, and the runoff is slow to start due to the low temps. Flooding is just now starting on the Snake River and its tributaries and may go on for weeks with the continued low temps. If and when they shoot up quickly, it will be a mess.
Lou Gravity said on June 9, 2011 at 12:30 pm
I tried but I could not find a way
Looking back all I did was look away
Next time is the best we all know
But if there is no next time where to go?
She’s the sweetest queen I’ve ever seen
See here she comes, see what I mean?
I could talk talk talk, talk myself to death
But I believe I would only waste my breath
Ooh show me
nancy said on June 9, 2011 at 12:31 pm
prospero said on June 9, 2011 at 1:02 pm
Today’s Google Doodle. Les Paul, Greatest guitar ever made.
Elizabeth II photos by Cecil Beaton. For the Royalists amongst ye. She was actually pretty a long time ago according to one of these photos.
Bitter Scribe said on June 9, 2011 at 1:15 pm
Isn’t this Barton clown a big deal in the Texas textbook sausage factory? IIRC, he even showed up on The Daily Show. (I didn’t watch–I hardly ever stay tuned for the interviews.)
History is no longer a battlefield. It’s Bizzaro World.
Bryan said on June 9, 2011 at 1:17 pm
I was a proud member of the KISS Army, too. I remember getting the membership packet, with the sweet iron-on that was perfect for the back of my denim jacket. I wish I still had it.
My kids, who are 8 (twins), love KISS — especially the “Destroyer” album (my personal favorite, too). They also like the Sex Pistols and Grateful Dead. I’m sure all that will change in a few years, though.
prospero said on June 9, 2011 at 2:08 pm
Cat with fawn.
Deborah said on June 9, 2011 at 2:25 pm
It’s exactly 40 degrees cooler today then yesterday in Chicago. 56 today 96 yesterday. Weird. Actually though 56 is more usual for early June than the hot and humid days we’ve had lately.
Coozledad, loved the singing Pipik, I watched all the other ones too.
Dorothy said on June 9, 2011 at 3:46 pm
Wow that was fast. Newt Gingrich’s campaign manager resigned this afternoon.
Dexter said on June 9, 2011 at 3:52 pm
I was 25, the year was 1975, I was visiting a friend, I was bored to death, laid off in that recession year, and I saw an ad for Kiss, that night, in Fort Wayne. We went. I was the oldest guy there, it was all teeny-bopper kids, and the ones huddled up passing that reefer around all eyeballed me as a narc, “put it OUT, man! NARC!”
Well, the music I did not dig, but the visuals were stunning.
I am glad I went. I never have felt young since that night.
And narcos, man…never will I forget the Pontiac Silverdome, 1985, Bruce show, and the parking lots jammed with partiers hours before the show. A circle of young men on the bridge there, a joint lit, and BAM SOCK BOOM, and about six young men on the deck, cuffed, radios came out of cut off jeans, another bust by the Pontiac narco squad or whatever. It was quick and it was clean and it was quiet. And I quietly just dropped my half finished Stroh’s bottle into a trash can because, for all I knew, that was illegal too.
prospero said on June 9, 2011 at 3:53 pm
I never heard of butt rock before today, but I would have assumed it referred to Toto, Foreigner, Winger, Bon Jovi, I mean, hairspray histrionics and tight pants. You have a better chance with siblings than with kids to influence musical taste.
Kaiser Chiefs from Scotland, are a contemporary band. It’s most definitely rock ‘n’ roll of a high order. But it sure sounds like they listened to Paul Weller and the Jam a whole lot. And the Clash. And they act like the Fab Four in their videos.And those bands were channeling the Kinks
XTC is a favorite of my daughter’s, but she’s 29, and she heard this in the car hundreds of times. She and I have very similar tastes, but she likes Jack Johnson, that puts me to sleep. When she was a kid, she thought Tom Waits lyrics were hilarious.
Kiss, abysmal. Poor players, although Ace Frehley got to be a decent guitar player by the time he made his own albums, playing a great jukebox song from ’69 by the Move, which eventually sort of morphed into ELO, on Midnight Special.
Jeff Lynne ended up being a Willbury, with Dylan, Beatle George, Roy Orbison and Tom Petty. He also produced records by Del Shannon. It’s easier to follow threads through rock music from the 60s to the present than to do Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon.
Jeff: Howling Diablos, good band name. How ’bout Screaming Blue Messiahs on the same show?
LAMary said on June 9, 2011 at 3:53 pm
I think everyone was tired of Newt before he even declared his candidacy.
Connie said on June 9, 2011 at 4:00 pm
Try again Dexter, Pontiac no longer has its own police force. They are one of the three cities and 1 school district being “ruled” by emergency financial managers. They have disbanded their police force and all city law enforcement is now handled by the sheriff’s office. In the last few days the state gave them permission to cancel the dispatcher’s union contract. There were no police left to dispatch after all.
alex said on June 9, 2011 at 4:17 pm
So is “butt” the new “gay”? Is it the teen adjective of choice? Wow, that’s like, so, butt.
Or does it strictly apply to music (as in “that shit sounds like it came out of someone’s ass”)?
Catherine said on June 9, 2011 at 4:24 pm
I’m not sure about teen adjectives, but teen texting dialect is a sub-specialty of mine. OMLG = Oh my Lady Gaga is about to go viral. You heard it here first.
LAMary said on June 9, 2011 at 4:52 pm
I wish I could un-hear it.
MarkH said on June 9, 2011 at 5:10 pm
EVERYONE quit on Newt:
No loss; he wasn’t going anywhere. Noise as white as Calista’s hair.
LAMary said on June 9, 2011 at 5:24 pm
What the heck is that in front of the cat and the fawn on the bed? It looks like a scorpion.
Jeff (the mild-mannered one) said on June 9, 2011 at 5:38 pm
It’s amazing what happens to loyalty when paychecks bounce. That can be overlooked two weeks before the election, but not this early.
Plus, they’ll all end up with Rick Perry. So it’s all good.
Dexter said on June 9, 2011 at 6:12 pm
Right, Connie, thanks. My story is 25 years old. The enforcers who busted those kids were plain clothes cops from somewhere. Anyway, I need new material. Let’s see, what exciting dazzlers do I have from today? Got up, walked Fido and the other dog. Drove to lab for blood tests, routine. Quick lunch and an AA meeting. More dog walks, did laundry, fed dogs and cat…sheesh…no wonder I am living in the past.
Connie, if you are a longtime Pontiac resident, do you remember when that huge church building was leased to some investors to house a Goth club? It was pretty creepy, those conflicting spirits must have really had some epic battles. I am trying to remember…I only went to Pontiac about ten times in my lifetime…I think this former church was on University Drive.
prospero, …been sad all day since I found out Jim Northrup died at 71, in a home, he had Altzheimer’s. (Northrup was a really good baseball player for the Tigers, and he won Game 7 of the 1968 World Series by hitting a late inning triple off the famous Bob Gibson of Saint Louis. It was like the first triple Gibson had given up all year long.)
nancy said on June 9, 2011 at 6:21 pm
The big church is a nightclub of some sort now. Maybe Clutch Cargo’s? Can’t remember. It’s in the loop described by the end of Woodward Avenue, aka Wide Track Drive. Remember wide-trackin’, in your Pontiac?
prospero said on June 9, 2011 at 6:39 pm
Kaline, Stanley, Northrup was as excellent an outfield as I’ve ever seen, Dexter. Brilliant gloves superb bats. Northrup hit 5 grand slams in ’68, which I’m pretty sure was the season record for about 20 years. No. 5 came in the World Series. Three of them were hit in one month, I believe, and I think I remember he had two in consecutive at-bats. Kaline was one of the greatest hitters in history. Mickey Stanley was as elegant in center as Paul Blair, and a much better hitter, with a more powerful arm. We went to games by bus from school to Tiger Stadium that spring for a lot of games, I think admission was $2 for bleachers, which was the place to be with the old timers that lived a short walk from the stadium and passed half-pints of Ancient Age up and down and told great stories.
It’s strange now to think of a world championship team with an all-white outfield. Red Sox in the 70s and 80s had Yaz, Freddie Lynn, Dewie Evans, with Yaz replaced later by Jim Ed Rice, both OFs on a par with the Tigers. I also got to see them many, many times. Lynn would have been a Hall of Famer had he not refused to believe an outfield wall could prevent him from going back on a ball. No Sawx fan will admit it, but Jim Ed could play the left field wall at Fenway better than Yaz, and had a much better arm. I ‘d vote for Rice for the Hall, had I a vote.
prospero said on June 9, 2011 at 6:42 pm
Oh, and Dexter, Bob Gibson wasn’t just famous, he was monumental. He may have been half a foot shorter, but he was scarier than JR Richard, because everyone new Gibson didn’t give shit who he hit.
prospero said on June 9, 2011 at 6:47 pm
Was the Clutch Cargo (and Paddlefoot)show a regional phenomenon, or more widely distributed like Speed Racer? Clutch Cargo anti-CGI.
Connie said on June 9, 2011 at 7:01 pm
Kaline, Stanley, Northrup, the Tidgers I grew up with. Sorry Dexter, I’m like 20 miles west southwest of Pontiac, been here less than a year. Good thing someone else knew how to answer your question.
LAMary said on June 9, 2011 at 7:04 pm
I used to watch Clutch Cargo on channel 8 out of Connecticut. It was the only channel we picked up at our summer house on the end of the north fork of L.I.
MarkH said on June 9, 2011 at 8:07 pm
I viewed Clutch in both Pittsburgh and Cincinnati.
prospero said on June 9, 2011 at 8:10 pm
Nancy, you could get the last Sleater-Kinney album, The Woods, and see if Kate thinks tha’s butt music. It’s ferocious.
moe99 said on June 9, 2011 at 8:26 pm
I learned something new in the Weiner scandal. Some men wax.
Deborah said on June 9, 2011 at 8:55 pm
Moe, i knew they waxed thier chests and backs are you talking about other areas?
nancy said on June 9, 2011 at 8:57 pm
Oh, god, the waxing thing! That is awful! Men are supposed to be hairy. We’re turning into a nation of toddlers, I swear.
Dexter said on June 9, 2011 at 9:01 pm
Trying to expand my worldview, I took a tip from a buddy and have been listening to “The Canadian Rolling Stones”. The Tragically Hip. I like it.
moe99 said on June 9, 2011 at 9:02 pm
Yup, I am talking about the junk. Supposedly the photo from Breitbart shows him clean as a whistle. When my son was swimming competitively in high school and college he shaved his body but not there. Another guy I know said that supposedly guys think that if you clear out the underbrush, they think the tree looks taller….
coozledad said on June 9, 2011 at 9:26 pm
Apparently the Right has its pants bunched up its ass over the trend toward body waxing in males. One of the commenters out on alicublog has it right: what goes around comes around, and guys are reaping the whirlwind for making women shave their legs and pits for seventy or so years.
In the west these trends come and go a lot quicker, but it’s still startling to see how quickly stuff like body piercing became broadly integrated into physical culture. I remember getting a haircut down in Atlanta at a unisex stylist shop in the early nineties, and instead of Sports Afield or Outdoor Life they had a coffee table full of magazines devoted to piercing and tattooing. A couple of pictures caused me to cry out in sympathy, namely the one where the guy had somehow managed to weld what appeared to be the linkage from the clutch of a 1967 GMC column-shift pickup truck to his scrotum. Another surfer-looking guy was hanging from an olive tree by wooden hooks drawn through the loose skin on his arms, back, and ass.
The guy who cut my hair said he’d gotten a nipple ring at the insistence of his husband, but he was drawing the line at one, because that one nearly killed him.
TSA screeners must encounter a lot of people wearing hand weights or doorknockers on their cods these days.
My guess is you’d have to take the “jewelry” off.
brian stouder said on June 9, 2011 at 10:40 pm
Well, I certainly cannot argue that I have any sort of discerning tastes when it comes to popular music; but I will confess that, as this school year ends, taking the girls to the bus stop each morning, and letting Shelby (the almost-13 year old) run the radio, I have noticed that I have come to like Rihanna (despite ‘whips and chains’), and the “I ain’t gonna do anything” (whistle whistle whistle whistle) guy, and Ms Gaga, amongst several others. (I will admit that the banter between the deejays on her FM-107 pop-station make me wince from time to time. Presumeably they KNOW they’re aimed at tweens and teens; and still their subject matter often seems [to me] to be inappropriate, but we digress)
And, not for nothing, but I got the almost-13 year old listening to (and liking) Florence and the Machine; so that when we roll down the highway (to Cass County, for example) I can work some Pearl Jam into the cd mix, along with selections from the peanut gallery, and everyone ends up smiling.
edit: re- piercings/tatoos/guages: blecchh!! And, didja watch The Amazing Race last season? Remember when the hairy guys got the hot-wax treatment at the beach in (Rio?)? Egad!! It was hysterically funny – but also very cringe-inducing. I guess I’m well on the way to becoming the old guy who just doesn’t understand anything
Jeff (the mild-mannered one) said on June 9, 2011 at 10:42 pm
Clutch Cargo and Paddlefoot were on Garfield Goose, WGN-9 in the Chicago market during the late 60s; Speed Racer was on the UHF channel, WFLD-34 (32?).
I have dim memories of Stingray and Fireball X15 (the puppets that Team America references), but I can’t figure out who was showing them.
Of waxing, let us not speak.
MichaelG said on June 9, 2011 at 11:18 pm
It’s funny how taste may vary with one’s gender. For example, I can’t get at all concerned about men plucking their privates. I’m certainly not going to do it but otherwise who cares? Then again I have stronger preferences when it comes to women. Tattoos don’t do it for me. Maybe something small and discreet but today it seems like half the women I see look like fugitives from the tattooed lady freak show. I’m less concerned about piercings but I’m tired of belly button jewelry. I like women’s navels and those stupid piercings get in the way.
What really does bug me is the number of teenage girls getting tattoos, piercings and, God help us, plastic surgery. This stuff is all tied to fashion. In ten years tattoos may be passé and then what? They should at least wait until they’re old enough to make an informed decision before doing anything. And don’t I sound like a pursed mouth old fart.
brian stouder said on June 9, 2011 at 11:35 pm
MichaelG, regarding “pursed mouth old fart”: a thing has come up on several occasions lately that immediately purses my lips. Namely – parents gifting tattoos to their not-old-enough-to-drink (and maybe even not old enough to vote) children.
Truly, truly; I truly cannot imagine doing any such thing “for” our young folks.
non-sequitur: as I play freecell here at the pc, I have Fort Wayne police (and fire) on streaming audio (as if my own “pursed mouth old fart” cred needed any MORE polishing!) – and it never fails to make me laugh when one of the canine units radios, and inavariably the dog barks louder than the cop can talk into his radio! (I think those dogs see their partner begin yapping into the radio, and it cues them to add their own 2-cents worth)
Plus – the description of “perps” and suspicious people parking/walking/fighting/threatening all across our fair city almost always includes a description of this or that tattoo on this or that region of the person’s face/neck/arm/waist
MichaelG said on June 10, 2011 at 2:43 am
Thing about so many of these women is that they seem to have random tattoos splattered here and there and, in some sad cases, everywhere. They look like graffiti on subway station walls. They could at least try to coordinate the artwork. Can you imagine what they’re going to look like when they’re my age?
I mean this isn’t any moral or religious stuff. I love women’s bodies and these people are fucking theirs up and I hate that.
Dexter said on June 10, 2011 at 2:51 am
MichaelG: Remember when bariatric bypass surgery was only done on severely obese, very ill middle aged folks?
Now its being done routinely on teen age diabetics with weight issues. On most of these cases, the surgery cures the diabetes, sort of..frequently all meds can be ceased and the patient’s blood sugar levels are being stabilized.
ROGirl said on June 10, 2011 at 5:40 am
Fat, tattooed, pierced and landscaped. Not a pleasant thought.
alex said on June 10, 2011 at 7:41 am
On GMA this AM: Newt’s staff are saying privately that they bailed because they couldn’t stand being kicked around by Callista. Methinks Newt’s third marriage may well be as doomed as his political ambitions.
mark said on June 10, 2011 at 9:09 am
I’m curious as to the reaction of the journalists here to this “public outreach” effort by the NYT. http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/06/09/help-us-investigate-the-sarah-palin-e-mail-records/?partner=rss&emc=rss
The Washington Post is doing something similar.
Not surprisingly, my sentiments are more in line with those expressed in the first 20 or so comments. And as someone hoping for a change in the White House, I prefer the media use large amounts of scarce resources to beat Palin’s dead horse.
Connie said on June 10, 2011 at 9:35 am
On the subject of male waxing, did we not discuss Andrew Sullivan’s video of his man parts wax experience? I once asked my salon why there was one private waxing room with a recliner type thing in it. It was for man waxing. I looked at all those lovely young women that worked in the salon and thought “no way.”
brian stouder said on June 10, 2011 at 10:39 am
Connie – you made me guffaw! But I must say, they could have the comfortablest, floofiest recliners, and all the women could be prettier and bustier than Sofia Vergara*, and I STILL would NEVER, EVER** submit to waxing – and ESPECIALLY if we’re talking about waxing Mr Happy (and his neighborhood).
* see http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEFI-_Sg5G0
** ever ever ever ever EVER!
Halloween Jack said on June 14, 2011 at 6:08 pm
I was a KISS fan (enough to still habitually type their name in all caps) back when I was about thirteen, which is exactly the right age for it. They had just recently come out with Destroyer, probably their best album, and one written with the sort of lyrics that would appeal specifically to teenage boys, especially if they liked comic books and fantasy novels and were a little scared of girls. (The album was produced by Bob Ezrin, who turned the original Alice Cooper Band from the worst band in LA to a decent purveyor of mid-70s butt rock. One of the stories from the Destroyer sessions has Ace Frehley getting into a hissy fit, because of Ezrin’s requests for repeated takes, and Ezrin shrugging his shoulders and bringing in a session player; Frehley, suddenly aware of how easy it would be to replace someone who wears full-face makeup, came back.) I first heard the record at the house of a friend who played nothing else, and when I got my own copy I thought that I was holding the pinnacle of Western civilization. Not even Gene Simmons’ chronic ickiness can dilute my nostalgia for that silly thing.